Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 84

Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, 
     And that my muse, to some ears not unsweet, 
     Tempers her words to trampling horse’s feet 
More oft than to a chamber melody; 
Now, blessed you, bear onward blessed me 
     To her, where I my heart safeliest shall meet. 
     My muse and I must you of duty greet, 
With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully. 
     Be you still fair, honoured by public heed, 
By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot; 
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. 
And that you know I envy you no lot 
      Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, 
      Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss.